Baili Xin suddenly raised his head, his face almost touching the psychic.
The psychic was caught off guard when he saw the young man's warm face suddenly enlarged. He was stunned for two seconds, and then his cheeks turned red imperceptibly.
The psychic looked away, his voice stuttering, "I, that's not what I meant."
"I'm just curious about what kind of person someone as beautiful and perfect as you would like."
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Studio.
Is it possible that humans can no longer satisfy the needs of the God Xin? The person he likes may not necessarily be a person.
Boss: ??? Why does it feel like you are cursing
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When the psychic said this, it was exactly eight o'clock in the evening.
The originally quiet studio suddenly rang with the sound of a machine starting up, followed by a crackling sound of electricity coming from the speakers on both sides of the stage.
— “Good evening, Masters.”
—“I’m sorry to meet you in this way, but because of the supernatural legend in Studio 8, our staff dare not enter the fourth floor, so I can only communicate with you in this way.”
—"Let me introduce myself. I am the person in charge of handling accidents in Hall 8. You can call me He Guang. I believe you all know why we invited you here. There was a supernatural incident in Hall 8 some time ago. Later, someone said that there might be evil spirits such as earthbound spirits living in Hall 8. So we specially invited you, the best in your respective professions, to remove the evil spirits."
—"Do you want to get started right away, or do you need me to answer any questions?"
Baili Xin looked around the room and saw several red camera dots on the roof of the studio.
As if noticing Baili Xin's gaze, one of the cameras shook its head slightly and pointed the lens at Baili Xin.
— “I can see you through the camera. If you have any problems, we will take immediate and proactive measures.”
The man's slightly electric voice sounded again from the speaker.
"I have a question." The priest raised his hand, "Have supernatural events often occurred in this studio before?"
— “There were a few accidents, but no one died. There was only one very special accident, when a highly anticipated artist, Lin Mu, fell off the stage.”
—"We invited you here this time to see if Lin Mu's ghost is still here. If so, can we communicate with him? Whoever can help us complete these two tasks will receive a bonus of 200,000 yuan from our TV station."
— “Do you have any questions?”
Everyone in the studio looked at each other and fell silent.
The voice from the loudspeaker sounded again.
—"Since there is none, I won't disturb you all from your work. See you later."
The horn made two "crackling" sounds at the end, and finally became completely quiet.
Baili Xin looked up at the cameras around him. Although the sound from the speakers had stopped, the cameras above his head showed no sign of stopping. They tilted their necks and turned the lenses, quietly recording their every move.
After two minutes of silence, Priest A finally spoke: "I just saw a ghostly figure filled with black aura through the Eye of God. This thing might be the one causing trouble in this studio. But its power is too strong. I can't see its appearance clearly. I can only vaguely see a ball of black mist."
The priest stroked the crystal ball in his hand, with a worried look on his face: "My crystal ball also told me that it has great power."
The Taoist priest was an elderly man. He finally stopped wiping the copper coin sword, raised the sword and made a beautiful and elegant sword flower in the air. After stopping, the copper coin sword pointed directly at the beam of the stage: "There is something there. This room is very strange. There is a very strong magnetic field."
The monk was the oldest among the group. He had a long gray beard, and even his eyebrows were a bit longer than those of ordinary people.
He said "Amitabha" with a compassionate look on his face, making a lotus shape with one hand and pinching the Buddhist beads hanging around his neck with the other: "Although it has evil thoughts, it has not harmed anyone's life. Put down the butcher knife and turn back. As long as it is willing to convert to Buddhism, I am willing to chant sutras for it to be liberated."
The modern trio at the back didn't say anything in the end. The psychic had a casual and indifferent expression and didn't seem afraid at all. The other two also sat quietly in their chairs and didn't express any opinions.
In order to ease the tense atmosphere, Xia Chi quietly took out his cell phone and tried to search for other accidents in the studio. But when he opened his cell phone, his face turned pale.
He said tremblingly: "Brother, my phone has no signal."
…
Behind the screen that these eight people couldn't see, a group of people were laughing like crazy.
"How's the live streaming data?"
"Boss, there are already more than 30,000 viewers in the anti-counterfeiting live broadcast room, and the number is still rising."
"Hahaha, this is so funny. This guy probably never dreamed that we brought them here to promote our new show. They act like magnetic fields, dark shadows, and evil spirits. They acted really well."
Another person sighed, "These people are quite famous in the industry. After this live broadcast, they may be ruined. Is it appropriate for us to do this? Will they sue us?"
"At worst, we can just pay a few bucks if we sue. Compared to that, the popularity of our livestream is the most important. Whether this new show can take off depends on the effect of this livestream. Let me see... Wow, the number of viewers is about to reach 40,000, and it's just started. This is the popularity and the hotspot. Are you ready?"
"Everything is ready, Boss. We have already set up a mechanism in the corner. We will activate it when you say so."
"Hahaha, these people probably never dreamed that the battle damage scene in the studio was set up by us. There was no fallen shelf at all, the blood on the ground was just artificial blood, and the news about the artist being hit and injured was also spread for the purpose of creating a hot topic."
"Yeah, in order to achieve a realistic effect, we smashed all the lights. Those fans were all trying to find out which artist was injured. Boss, the fans were tortured to death."
"What do you mean by bullying the fans? This is called taking advantage of the situation."
"We already have 50,000 fans, Boss. Half of the people on the screen are commenting on Lin Mu, and the other half are scolding us for riding on Lin Mu's popularity."
"I just took advantage of it. Could it be that Lin Mu really wants to take my life? Studio 8 was shrouded in mystery because of Lin Mu's death. Fighting fraud in this studio is already popular. Next time, remember to look for such a popular supernatural place. Get ready. When the number of fans reaches 60,000, we will open the first mechanism."
…
The people in Studio 8 had no idea that they were being used as a tool for live entertainment. Not only did Xia Chi's phone have no signal, but the phones of the other people also had no signal. They were unable to contact the outside world or access the Internet, and they knew nothing about what was happening outside.
Everyone is carefully investigating the traces left in the studio.
Including Baili Xin, everyone walked onto the stage where the shelf had fallen.
The priest swept the blood on the ground with his cross and his expression became more solemn: "Such a strong evil spirit, I know, there is a terrible demon living in this studio. If this demon is left alone, this TV station will soon encounter an irreparable disaster!"
As he spoke, he took out a silver bottle from his arms and sprinkled the blood on the ground. "This is the holy water I asked from the Lord God. I hope it will be useful."
Water spilled onto the ground and something strange happened.
A layer of white mist instantly rose on the ground, as if purifying the invisible things.
Seeing the white mist rising from the ground, the two priests smiled with relief, and Priest B began to flatter him: "Priest Harry, the holy water worked. Has the demon been exorcised successfully?"
Priest A's eyes were solemn: "No, the opponent's power is very strong. I just purified the remaining evil spirit on the ground. The real exorcism has just begun."
As soon as he finished speaking, the lights above their heads suddenly went out.
And at the moment the lights went out, the sound of metal falling to the ground was heard without warning in the distance.
Then, there were footsteps that shouldn't have appeared.
"tread!"
"tread!"
"tread!"
Everyone's breathing stagnated for a moment. The priest stood vigilantly in place, feeling as if his feet were grabbed by something.
She held back a scream, quickly turned on the flashlight and shone it over there. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief after she saw clearly what had grabbed her foot.
The two priests who had been there with righteous looks exorcising demons just now were now sitting limply on the platform, with one hand accidentally grabbing the ankle of the priest.
The two priests looked outside with terrified expressions, as if they were frightened silly.
The priest wanted to laugh and was about to complain about these two people when the strange voice sounded again.
tread.
tread.
tread.
Swish.
Swish.
Swish.
The sound sometimes comes from the front and sometimes from the back. Yes, the location where the sound comes from is different.
Just as she was looking for the source of the sound, a dark shadow suddenly flashed by at the end of the flashlight.
…
Hidden behind the screen in the dark, the organizer was almost laughing.
He pointed at the two priests on the screen who were so scared that their legs went limp and laughed: "Holy water? Priests? Are you kidding me? What holy water? Don't think I can't tell it's a bottle of dry ice water. When the water is poured on the ground, it turns into mist in an instant. This is not fantasy, this is science. That's why they say 'Learn math, physics and chemistry well, and demons and monsters will be afraid of them'."
He stared at the live broadcast screen, laughing and reading the feedback on the barrage.
By this time, the number of people watching the live broadcast has reached 70,000.
[Are these two priests here to make fun of me? I'm not scared, so what are they scared of?]
[You are not afraid because there are 70,000 people with you, and you know it is all fake.]
[The live broadcast room is so bad.]
[Someone, carry the two priests to the rooftop. They are out.]
Just when everyone was watching a few people making a fool of themselves with relish like they were watching clowns, a terrifying pale ghost face suddenly appeared on the big screen. It was like a bird standing in the blind spot above the screen, and it suddenly fell down when no one noticed.
The pale ghost face appeared for only a moment and then disappeared immediately.
The person in charge suddenly stopped laughing, and his heart skipped a beat. "Fuck, I'm so scared. How did you make this face? It's too realistic, isn't it?"
In the live broadcast room with almost eight people, the barrage of comments instantly gushed out.
[Oh my god, I’m so scared, the production team is really good at this, right?]
[I was so scared that I almost urinated. I felt terrible.]
[I'm so scared, so scared, help me, help me.]
[Bullet screen protects! Retreat! Retreat! Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!]
[Wow, the production team is really good. Was that a headgear or a special effect? It was too realistic, wasn’t it? I even saw the ghost face move for a moment.]
[This is amazing!]
It was because of this heated discussion that the popularity of the live broadcast room instantly soared to the top no.1 of the same type, and the number of live broadcasters reached 100,000.
Although the person in charge was startled, he still looked at the props team with satisfaction and said, "Well done. I didn't expect you to secretly put in this surprise. It scared me. You have such good skills, why didn't you show it before?"
However, the props manager's face turned pale. He turned his head stiffly to the makeup team and said, "This wasn't done by our team. Did you do it?"
The makeup team was also stunned for a moment, shook their heads and looked at the sound team: "Is it you?"
Sound Team: "Not us, we are only responsible for the sound. Aren't the props team solely responsible for the ghost faces and so on?"
The props team's faces were still a little pale: "We did make a face, but the face we made has not been released yet, and the level of detail is nothing compared to the one just now."
Everyone looked at each other, and finally looked at the person in charge.
The person in charge frowned and said, "Why are you all looking at me like that? Maybe it's someone's prank. It doesn't matter. It brings some attention to our live broadcast. We'll find out who did it after the live broadcast is over."
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Studio.
I immediately screamed for help. I was actually watching a live broadcast in the live broadcast room. Am I in a loop
But the people in those live broadcast rooms are not as cute as us.
This program group is so dishonest, they actually dared to play tricks on our God Xin. I boldly said that the ghost just now was really a giaogiao, the TV station is finished, and the live broadcast released the biggest giaogiao.
Why do I hate the faces of this production team so much? For the first time, I hope Giao Giao will bite them to death. Deliberately scaring others and broadcasting the embarrassing scenes of others live, how can you call this human behavior
This is not the same as in our three-dimensional world, where some program crews and media don’t care about other people’s lives for the sake of popularity.
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A ghost flashed by.
The sound disappeared, and the lights above everyone's heads lit up again.
Just as the priests were about to breathe a sigh of relief, they heard the Taoist priest exclaim, "Look at the ground!"
When everyone heard this, they looked at the ground and were shocked to find a line of bloody words on the dusty ground.
—Get out of here!!!
"Ah! There's a ghost, there really is a ghost!" The two priests finally couldn't stand it anymore. They screamed, stumbled and jumped straight down from the stage which was more than one meter high.
When they landed, several people even vaguely heard the sound of bones dislocating.
Baili Xin looked down and saw two priests supporting each other and stumbling out of the door.
Limping, but flying quickly.
After watching the two leave, the remaining people looked at each other, and finally looked at the bloodstains on the ground with some embarrassment.
The strange thing was that when I looked over again, the bloodstains that had just appeared on the ground had disappeared.
…
Behind the TV screen.
The person in charge's eyes were full of excitement: "I said these charlatans would be exposed. I've only been fighting against them for less than an hour and two of them have already escaped. Hahahaha, your props team is really good. How did you get this bloodstain?"
The prop team blanched again: "No, it's not us."
"We also prepared blood, but not like this. The pool of blood on the ground was prepared by us."
The person in charge frowned slightly: "What's going on? Did your props team split into two groups to make it? Was it someone from your team who did it?"
Props Team: “Impossible. They have reviewed these props for me before putting them into use. There shouldn’t be any props that I don’t know about.”
The person in charge stared at the screen in confusion: "What's going on?"
The props team's faces were already pale: "Boss, is there a possibility, I mean possible, that we may have really seen a ghost?"
“Ghost?” The person in charge pursed his lips and muttered, then suddenly burst into laughter, “Hahaha, please stop kidding me. If there really is a ghost of Lin Mu, why didn’t anything happen in the past few years? We live in a society ruled by science and technology, so how can there be ghosts? This is a live broadcast room for fighting fakes, and we haven’t gotten rid of these charlatans yet, but you’re scared.”
The props guy opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, his eyes flickered, and there was obvious resistance in them.
Suddenly, he seemed to see something, and his pupils suddenly shrank into two small dots.
The person in charge saw his expression and subconsciously looked at the screen. The live broadcast screen, which had been bright just now, had turned dark again.
He looked at the props team in confusion: "Why did you turn off the lights again? It's not time yet. Let's wait until the number of people in the live broadcast room reaches 130,000 before we start the next wave of scares."
However, the props team's mouth was trembling. He looked at the live broadcast screen in horror, trembling and pointing at the screen and said: "Just now, that ghost face appeared again. Just, at the moment when the space went dark."
"Also, I wasn't the one who turned off the light, look," the props team said as they tremblingly handed over the remote control in their hands, and the "light" button was still in the "on" position.
The person in charge looked at the screen in confusion.
Logically, even if the lights go out, the camera will immediately activate the infrared function. Although they cannot see the color picture, they should be able to see the black and white picture.
But now the picture in the live broadcast room has turned completely black, as if the camera was covered with a black cover.
The barrage section of the live broadcast room has exploded.
[What happened? I was just getting excited when it all went dark?]
[Is this live broadcast room okay? If not, change someone.]
[I am a coward and a timid person, but I am also addicted. It is so exciting. Is this the live broadcast room where Lin Mu had the accident?]
[Lin Mu! Lin Mu! Lin Mu!]
[Is it because there are too many people that the screen is stuck?]
[Live broadcast, live broadcast, or I will complain! ]
[Complain, complain, complain!]
The sound in the live broadcast room became louder and louder, and the person in charge supported his hands on the table, with his face almost touching the screen.
He wanted to see clearly what was happening in Studio 8.
Just as the eyes were about to penetrate the screen and his entire attention was focused on the pitch-black picture, a pair of bloody pupils suddenly appeared before his eyes.
"Ah!!" The person in charge screamed in fear, his body tilted backwards uncontrollably and he sat down on the ground.
His eyes filled with fear stared at the screen. The screen, which had been dark just a moment ago, was now occupied by a bloody and horrifying face.
The face was already unrecognizable, with deep bloodstains all over it, rotten flesh turned inside out, and a pair of eyes embedded in eye sockets that revealed the white bones. It seemed that if he applied a little more force, the pair of bloodshot eyeballs would fall out of their sockets.
The ghost face's mouth was half drooping downwards and half tilted upwards, with sharp canine teeth exposed from between the lips, making it look like a wild beast, yet with traces of humanity.
This time the ghost face did not disappear immediately, but remained firmly entrenched in the picture.
Its terrifying eyes turned around in its eye sockets, and finally its gaze moved slightly downward and fixed on a certain place.
Seeing the frozen spot, the person in charge screamed again.
The ghost face's eyes were frozen, and what a coincidence, they just happened to make eye contact with the person in charge.
It seemed as if this ghost face saw this place through the screen, and was staring at everyone through the screen.
The props team was almost scared to death, but they still kindly helped the person in charge up from the ground.
He tried his best to support the staggering person in charge. When the person in charge stood up from the ground with difficulty, the props team discovered a pool of unknown liquid on the ground.
His eyes uncontrollably glanced at the person in charge's trouser legs, which were already wet.
The person in charge who just kept saying that he was not afraid of ghosts and gods was actually scared to death.
waste.
The ghost face stared at the person in charge without blinking. Just when the person in charge was about to faint, its mouth opened and a strange laugh suddenly appeared in the room.
—Jiejie.
-whee.
-Ha ha.
The terrifying laughter came from all directions, like arrows shot from a bow, instantly turning the few people into a hornet's nest.
The person in charge looked at the props and vocal group in horror, and roared without thinking: "Stop, stop quickly. I was wrong, stop teasing me!"
However, the props and sound teams were also filled with fear, and they all shook their heads to prove their innocence.
"It really has nothing to do with our props team. I've said it just now, the ghost face was really not made by us."
"We can't make this laugh either, Boss. It's not that we don't want to, it's that we don't have the ability. You should know our own strengths and weaknesses. If we had this skill, we would have gone to another TV station long ago! Who would stay in this crappy TV station?"
principal:"."
There is no need to tell such a big truth.
The person in charge desperately picked up the remote control from the ground and tried to turn off the screen.
But no matter how he pressed the button, the screen remained on.
The ghost face still occupied the entire screen, and the terrifying laughter still did not disappear.
The person in charge was completely dumbfounded.
He knelt on the ground in panic and begged for mercy, "I was wrong. I shouldn't have thought of attacking Studio 8. I will go off the air immediately!"
His words finally worked. The ghost face's laughter became a little quieter, and just when the person in charge was about to make another effort, a hoarse beast voice sounded in their ears: "Remember what you said today, if you plan to attack Hall 8 again, I will kill you without mercy!"
As the beast finished speaking, Ghost Face laughed and instantly disappeared from the screen.
The person in charge stared at the dark screen, almost in tears.
This was the first time he felt that the black screen was so beautiful.
Wow, Wow, Room 8 is indeed poisonous.
There really are ghosts in this world.
The person in charge took a look at the bullet screen area of the live broadcast and found that the number of viewers had dropped from the peak of 130,000 to 100,000, and was still decreasing. In the bullet screen area, the audience was very emotional and irritable, shouting at the top of their lungs to show the screen.
Obviously, they did not see the black shadow just now. In their vision, there was only a black screen from beginning to end.
Oh, how I envy their eyes that have never seen ghosts.
The person in charge was no longer greedy for the number of viewers and quickly ended the live broadcast.
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Studio.
Hahahaha, justice comes too quickly.
Is it okay to be scared to death
This giaogiao is actually a reasonable giaogiao. It just scared people away and didn't hurt anyone.
Haha, but the priest sprained his ankle.
He fell down by himself, not because of Giaogiao pushing him.
A world where only the priest was injured was achieved.
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"In fact, there is no ghost in this room at all." Glancing at the three priests who were looking at each other as if they were facing a great enemy, the psychic smiled faintly and said casually, "The holy water is just dry ice water, the lights are directly controlled by the TV station, and the sounds are also played for us by the people behind the scenes of the TV station."
The faces of the priests changed when they heard this. The Taoist looked at the psychic: "You mean, the TV station deliberately played this sound to scare us?"
"Why?"
Baili Xin: "To see us make a fool of ourselves."
"We are screaming with fear here, but maybe there are many people behind the camera laughing at us and watching us for fun."
Now not only the Taoist priest, but even the monk's expression changed.
A thin layer of sweat covered the monk's forehead. He put his hands together, said "Amitabha", and bowed to Baili Xin. "So that's how it is. Thank you for telling me so that I won't bring shame to the sect. Now that they have seen through me, I have no intention of staying. I'll take my leave now."
The Taoist priest angrily threw the copper coin sword in his hand and said, "Damn it! Bamboos have some integrity, let alone humans. They actually played tricks on us like this. Sooner or later, they will get their comeuppance!"
The Taoist paused and looked at the psychic: "I'm counting on you."
After saying that, he followed the monk and walked away.
The priest blushed, and she stuck out her tongue at the three people in embarrassment, lowering her voice and saying, "Actually, I just came here to join in the fun and give myself courage. Thank you for telling me, otherwise I would have been embarrassed all over the country. Are you guys leaving? Let's go quickly?"
Baili Xin wanted to leave, but the mission did not allow him to do so. He shook his head and said, "I'll leave later. You guys go first."
The priest looked in the direction of the camera, hesitant to speak. She was about to leave when she seemed to remember something and turned back: "The light and the sound are easy to explain, but what about the ghost and the disappearing bloodstains we just saw? Is there any scientific basis for this?"
Xia Chi: "The ghost image is very simple, it can be done with 3D projection. The bloodstain is even simpler, it should be based on the principle of the color remover. The color will appear when the temperature is low, and disappear when the temperature is high. Didn't the two priests throw dry ice on the ground just now? The dry ice can take away the heat, and the bloodstain will naturally appear. When the dry ice disappears and the heat returns, the bloodstain will naturally disappear again."
The female priest suddenly realized: "So that's how it is. Thank you for answering my questions. You must have learned the knowledge in high school very well, unlike me, who has long forgotten the literature I learned."
Watching the Taoist priest and the monk gradually walking away, the female priest did not stay any longer. She hurriedly said "see you later" and trotted to catch up with the monk and the Taoist priest.
After watching them leave, Xia Chi stretched himself and said, "So these are just chemistry and physics games. You should have told me earlier. I was scared the whole night."
Baili Xin glanced at Xia Chi and pointed above his head: "Xia Chi, look for the 3D projector."
Xia Chi suddenly froze.
Baili Xin pointed to the place where the bloodstain appeared and disappeared just now: "Look here again, if it is handwriting, there will be different traces even if it disappears. Touch it and see if there is any difference."
Xia Chi lowered his head in a daze and touched the place where the bloodstain was just now, but didn't feel anything special.
In an instant, Xia Chi, who had just been relaxed, immediately tensed up like a spring doll: "Brother? Didn't you say that it was all the TV station's trick? Is there really a ghost?"
Psychic: "There are no ghosts."
Xia Chi looked at Baili Xin, then at the psychic, and said, "What do you mean? Is there a ghost or not?"
Baili Xin shrugged, "I don't know. Although the lights and sounds were created by the TV station, the shadows and bloodstains were not. There must be other beings here. They may not be ghosts, but they may be monsters."
Xia Chi looked at the place where the Taoist priest and the monk left with complicated eyes: "But they are all gone."
Baili Xin: "The priest is a liar, the priest is just here for fun, that Taoist priest and monk might have real skills."
Xia Chi: "So they're still leaving?"
Psychic: "They left because they have real skills. They realized the disparity between the two sides. If they just fought, it wouldn't be shameful if they lost. But if the TV station broadcasted this live, it would not be a disgrace to their own people, but to their sect. They can lose, but they can't bring shame to their sect, so they left."
Xia Chi then turned his attention back to the psychic: "Then why don't you leave?"
Psychic: "Guess why the Taoist priest said 'please help me' at the end?"
Xia Chi's eyes gradually became filled with surprise.
The psychic smiled slightly: "Because I am strong enough, the best in the world."
After saying this, he glanced vaguely in the direction of Baili Xin.
Xia Chi: “.”
What happened to the sudden second-year status
"Well, you said it's not a ghost."
"And my brother said it might be a monster."
"So the question is, where is this monster?"
The psychic and Baili Xin looked at the ceiling of the stage at the same time. Baili Xin said: "The Taoist priest actually pointed out the location of the monster at the beginning."
Psychic: "Yes, the monk also said its essence."
Xia Chi raised his head blankly. On the dark and broken roof, there seemed to be nothing else except the scattered steel frames.
Just when Xia Chi was at a loss, a spot of light moved.
The next second, a black shadow fell straight down while Xia Chi was dumbfounded.
Just as the black shadow was about to hit Xia Chi’s face, a pleasant bell sound suddenly rang out, and the figure that was originally falling downwards suddenly stopped moving.
Xia Chi looked at the still black shadow in shock. The next second, the pleasant bell sounded again. The black shadow seemed to be pushed by something, rolled in the air, and fell hard to the ground.
With a loud bang, smoke and dust rose up, and a small hole was smashed into the ground.
When the dust settled, Xia Chi looked carefully, his eyes blank for a moment.
He pointed at the dark shadow on the ground with a bit of uncertainty, "Is this the monster you're talking about?!"
In the small pit, a gray-haired wolf cub as long as an adult's arm was lying on the ground, sticking out its tongue and looking up at the three people on the stage, panting.
There was murderous intent and anger in his bloodshot eyes.
It opened its mouth and growled angrily: "Ouch~"
Xia Chi's expression froze: "..."
Can't laugh.
What to do, but it's so cute!
Whose wolf is this Xiao Meng? I don’t want to hug it, but it is so cute.
The wolf cub dug the soil beside it with its two furry paws and tried to climb out of the pit using its hands and feet. However, it had short legs and after trying to climb for a long time, it turned over on its belly and fell into the pit again.
Xia Chi: “Pfft.”
Sorry, no offense intended.
Ahh, cute baby!
Xia Chi secretly clenched his fists, and with his facial features tangled, he cheered up the little wolf cub in the pit: "."
Come on, baby wolf, you are the best, stand up! You can do it!
Baili Xin glanced at Xia Chi and said, "How about you go down and help it?"
Xia Chi was instantly flattered: "Yes, can I?"
The psychic smiled, but said something extremely cruel on his gentle face: "Since Xinxin said so, of course you can. If it dares to bite you, I will knock off its teeth one by one, and then string them together to make a necklace."
The wolf cub in the pit seemed to understand the psychic's words, and its small body, which was trying hard to dig the pit, froze for a second.
The wolf cub looked in the direction of the psychic with some fear, whimpered, and continued digging the hole as if it were real.
Xia Chi: “…”
Why should you treat the wolf cub in such a way? It's still just a child.
Look, the wolf cub is scared to tears.